Grandpa Earl was Mom’s father. So that was that. The sale was legal. There was nobody to call.Track Pregnancy
Dad wouldn’t look at me.
He sat at the end of the table in his good Sunday shirt and kept buttering the same roll. Over and over. He’d buttered it three times already. It was falling apart in his hands.
“Your sister only gets one wedding, Jess,” he said to the roll.
I looked at Brittany. She was still looking at her plate.
“Brit?” I said.
She didn’t answer.
Mom reached across the table and patted my hand. She smiled at me. The smile she gave me my whole life, whenever something went wrong and she needed it to be okay.Track Pregnancy
“You were always fine, Jessie,” she said. “You’ll be fine.”
Then she got up and went to get the pie.
Chapter Two: Always Fine
